This the second in a trio of poems for Advent, the first being 'Mary' - shall aim to write 'Zechariah' in due course!
Bit of news, 'Nightjar' and 'High Tide' were accepted for publication by Borderlines the journal of the Anglo-Welsh Poetry Society for their winter edition.
Elizabeth
This is now. This long sight.
From hill country, eyeing a puff
Of dust illuminated in the dying
Light. This moving storm growing
From silence to a throng, a rage
Of glory climbing in the midday sun.
This is time. Though mine
Is further forward, further on
Reaching for the desert and the brokenhearted.
This is now, this now
When the burdened figure climbs the final
Steps and speaks the words
Carried like burning coals from the hearth
Of heaven. This long sight of mine
Eyes the stuff confined within this shy
Slight girl, holding a new world inside her.
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I have written poetry for a while now, had bits of it published, even won a prize...but at the end of the day that's not what its about, not for me anyway. I keep trying to write poetry to stay alive and make sense of the world. This blog offers a place to browse some of the stuff I've written and for me provides an impetus to stop being lazy and work at my art.
Biography
- Paul and Emily Bradbury
- Paul: Once a scientist, now a church minister and pioneer missioner with a love for creativity, the natural world, poetry and for the God made known in Jesus Christ. Emily:spiritual director and textile artist.
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